It Begins


It begins with the eyes,
At first innocently drinking in
The stage and the ambiance.
Momentarily safe and protected,
Revealing only a flicker of interest,
Barely a hint of what is to come.
Once connected, they silently engage
In a dance of want and desire.
The intensity of the stare,
A betrayal of all logic and reason,
The mind unable to further conceal,
The yearnings of the heart and the soul. 
The weakening is swift,
A total and complete surrender to
The warmth and the touch
And the closeness of another.
A mutual attempt to fulfill
The overwhelming hunger between the two.
A series of explosive culminations
To this involuntary, primal ache.
It ends as it began, weary and drained,
The eyes meet again,
In unison,
Their sweet song of satisfaction.